In Tiberias, houses and apartments are stacked on a hill like a wedding cake overlooking the Sea of Galilee. In Cana, they are stacked more like pancakes overlooking Main Street. The streets are one lane alleys that branch out and snake up the hill, much like veins coming off an artery. Turning a corner is a 3-point turn - or more if you are not skilled. Meeting someone coming the other way means either they or I needed to go in reverse up or down the hill until we come to an intersecting vein.
Finding my lodgings was like finding a needle in a haystack. Google Maps proved useless, as all it directed me to do was turn off from the main road onto a straight road that would lead me directly to the inn. Ha. There we no street signs. There were no street names for that matter. After driving the alleys for more than an hour, I experienced my own miracle in Cana.